True Form of Pleasure

I could hear my voice tremble, carrying such heavy truth. It was different when I admitted things by my heart and by my mouth, because through the latter, Marvel could hear them and always, there were risks.

Before this, I used to feel like even though I always tried to push Marvel away, I honestly didn't want him to leave me. My body craved for more connection. And to think that the day when I was able to reveal my true feelings using my own free will every time he had a chance to hear me finally came, lying and deceiving were no longer necessary for my features.

"So honest and raw," Marvel smiled. "That's the part I've always wanted you to show me, Angelo."

After that smile, with all authority Marvel clutched his hand on my hips, pulling me into his muscular body, and as a result, I was weakened by his seductive touch. Pressing his body against mine while keeping his eyes on me, he sealed my confession with a kiss, one that made me even weaker than before.